Текст песни Арьята - Если вспомнится запах клевера

If you recall the smell of clover,
I stalks woven into a wreath.
Wind chill brings to the north,
A road opened fan,
And lie at our feet.

Summer lingers in fine lines,
Where it will be able to burn the sunset.
Horizon curtained showers,
I then whisper: & quot; take care of me & quot ;,
You want me to take care of.

Overgrown with grass cuttings,
Rain water is bitter.
In trickle our best autumn
We threw a coin copper,
To return here later.

To return to the point of mania,
Squeezed wings in the doorway.
We will return without any magic,
If we have enough courage and
Rashochetsya not be together.